Earthen House.
The oil lamp swayed, casting the room in alternating bands of dim yellow and shadow.
The fruits and melons offered on the altar had lost their luster, exuding the stale, rotten scent of age.
The lamplight stretched strange shapes across the four walls. The bamboo hats, rain capes, rush shoes, and half-twisted hemp rope hanging there all cast eerie shadows.
There was no empty space left in the Earthen House. It was packed wall to wall with Fu Xuanxu and Pei Ling.
As the System Prompt rang out, Pei Ling instantly lost control of his body. The next moment, under the system's control, he grabbed one of Fu Xuanxu's incarnations beside him and, with a flash of saber qi, severed its neck!
Plop.
Fu Xuanxu's incarnation's head fell, but not a drop of blood spilled from the severed neck.
Pei Ling's heart stirred. He immediately realized that this incarnation of Fu Xuanxu was a fake!
In an instant, every Fu Xuanxu and Pei Ling in the room turned to look at him.
At the same time, the decapitated incarnation of Fu Xuanxu showed no sign of dying on the spot. Its head, lying on the floor, let out a pained roar. "I am Fu Xuanxu's incarnation!!"
"I am the real incarnation!"
"Holy Son Pei, you can't kill me!!"
As the incarnation roared, its face twisted into a savage grimace, and an overwhelming hatred began to seep from its body.
The hatred grew more and more terrifying, gradually spreading across the entire Earthen House.
Infected by this hatred, the other Fu Xuanxus and Pei Lings began to seethe with boundless hatred as well.
Countless waves of hatred surged, almost coalescing into something tangible.
Then they all spoke at once, angrily demanding, "Holy Son Pei, why did you attack my